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Dragonfly’s ears flopped to the side at the answer in astonishment. It was so logical! How perfectly wonderful that Dragonfly’s brain couldn’t understand such a simple solution? Of course it was for a drink; snow was simply frozen water, and therefor drinkable. Maybe her bafflement was that there was snow everywhere and why not just pick it up off the ground? She supposed that it might be cleaner to lick it of a tree, for the ground was trod upon by man dirty hooves and paws.

She nodded to the female in enlightened approval of the explanation and she said, “I see.”

It was only then, that Dragonfly picked up on the stiff irritation that began to seep out of the older female’s pores. Was she annoying the wolf? Or maybe, judging from the roughness of her voice, it was actually difficult for this female to form words? Was talking unnatural to her? That seemed strange, since wolves were social creatures. But there were other forms of communication. Perhaps body language would serve to relax the female.

So, to show her true acceptance of the information, and hopefully gain companion ship, Dragonfly meandered to a tree beside the female, studied a bit of snow that wind had seen fit to plaster there, and she pressed her tongue to it and brought it into her mouth. As expected, the ice melted on her tongue and tingled her throat as she swallowed the icy beverage. Her tail waved behind her and she took another lick.

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FEMALE \ 3 YEARS OLD \ 32 INCHES \ 150 POUNDS \ GYPSY \ NO MATE \ IMPRINT UNFOUND \ TOULOUSE